I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

When transsexual starlet Aisling is murdered, Detective Geraldine Meyers is assigned the case. With help from medical examiner Dr. Rachel Hunter, Gerri realizes this is no ordinary killing. While she might not want to call in over-eager anthropologist Dr. Kinsey DanAllart, the detective is forced to trust her friend's expertise in symbology, even though doing so means admitting "weird" things might be happening in Silver City. As the three friends unravel the mystery of the dancer's death, one thing is made absolutely apparent--something isn't right in their new hometown. And someone is doing everything they can to make sure the truth doesn't come out.

In Silver City, sometimes friendship can be murder.

Nightshade Cases

Ray answered the door, expecting Gerri or Ray. Not Cici, not those troubled, dark eyes, not the luscious fall of black hair, or the delicious skin under cream silk.


She knew before Cici opened her mouth the therapist had found out about Gaylene. A sob hovered at the back of Ray's throat as she waited for the accusation, the screaming, the pain.


"Ray," Cici whispered. "I'm so sorry, my love."


She was sorry? Ray gasped, reached out and pulled Cici to her, tucking the shorter, softer woman against her long, slim body. Breathed in Cici's unique scent, a mix of desert air and freshness, trembling as Cici trembled.


They held each other a long moment before Ray stepped back, letting the therapist in. The door swung silently shut as the pair stood, watching each other with a foot of distance between. It felt like a gaping chasm to Ray.


Chapter 185